poetry (Remove filter)
Hireath
I care little what you think of me
For my sinews have been drawn by your reactions
You controlled my mind, darker than your underbelly
Forge your registration into society
As I purge and delve into the stix of my resolution
The understanding of normality is blown apart by synapses that tithe your idiocy
Humans you may be but I am divine devil and blood surged into life
Sunday 10th December 2023 6:43 pm
Recent Comments
John Coopey on THE TWO FAT SLAGS
2 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on Lady of the Night (Out of Need)
4 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Lady of the Night (Out of Need)
6 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Butcher's Town
6 hours ago
Tim Higbee on Let’s Talk
7 hours ago
Tim Higbee on We Are All One
7 hours ago
Tim Higbee on "Echoes of Desperation" "INDIAN UNEDUCATED VILLAGE HOUSEWIFE"
7 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on THE TWO FAT SLAGS
10 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on Lady of the Night (Out of Need)
12 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on Netanyahu (Hidden Agenda)
14 hours ago